Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Ode To Virginia Woolf Writing Prompt (Part #2)

A couple of weeks ago my writing class had the opportunity to study the first sentence (an 181 word sentence) of Virgina Woolf's essay On Being Ill. Here's my version (On Being Southern) of the sentence.
I've been a Southerner long enough now to claim it, y'all, and at lunch the other day, I confessed through tears, to one of the most Southern woman I know, that I love being a Southerner, even though she probably, like most native-Southerners, views me as a funny talking impostor, another Yankee nuisance, someone that will never fully grasp the finer point of things like barbecue-as-a-noun, grits or drinking iced-tea post Labor day, while my Midwest relatives and friends see my move to the South, as well just that, as if it were some sort of betrayal to the wonderful marvelous Midwest city I grew up in, these so called friends and relatives claim that after a few short years of living in the South I have started "talking funny" and beg me to tell them, then proceed to peel over with laughter, as I recount the lead story on the local news that first night I lived in North Carolina, the one where the county sheriff, with an ax swung over his shoulder, was busting-up he's third still that year.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Jerry's Back!

My wonderful husband, seeing the error of his ways, traded back the bottle of Jerry Garcia wine.

Jerry's home and I'm happy!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Jerry Garcia Wine (Whine)

My most prized bottle of wine, the one that is no longer available and I was saving for a very very very special occasion is gone.

I went to my writer's club meeting and came home to discover that my husband gave it away to a neighbor that is NOT in any way, shape or form a fan of red wine or Jerry Garcia or the Grateful Dead. What a disappointing waste of the last bottle of my favorite wine. If he was a good friend or a Dead Head, I'd be fine with it, but the meaning's lost on him.

WAH!!!!

I'm crying as I write this. Thanks for letting me vent.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Ode To Virginia Woolf Writing Prompt

Yesterday in class, we studied the first sentence in Virginia Woolf's essay "On Being Ill" by way of Francine Prose's book Reading Like A Writer.
 
181 words. 
One sentence.

Maureen suggested we give it a try.

This seems impossible. In my mind. The shorter the sentence. The better.

But it sounds like an interesting challenge. Plus I already have a theme. I'll post mine next time I blog.


Writing Prompt Assignment: Pick a theme. Write an 181 word sentence.

You may start it off in the style of Virginia Woolf by writing: "Considering how ________   ________ is, how __________ the _________  _________ that it  ___________...."



or do your own thing.


Here's the excerpt from Virgina Woolf's essay "On Being Ill" for inspirational and educational purposes.

Considering how common illness is, how tremendous the spiritual change that it brings, how astonishing, when the lights of health go down, the undiscovered countries that are then disclosed, what wastes and deserts of the soul a slight attack of influenza brings to view, what precipices and lawns sprinkled with bright flowers a little rise of temperature reveals, what ancient and obdurate oaks are uprooted in us by the act of sickness, how we go down into the pit of death and feel the waters of annihilation close above our heads and wake thinking to find ourselves in the presence of the angels and the harpers when we have a tooth out and come to the surface in the dentist's arm-chair and confuse his "Rinse the mouth—rinse the mouth" with the greeting of the Deity stooping from the floor of Heavens to welcome—when we think of this, as we are so frequently forced to think of it, it becomes strange indeed that illness has not taken its place with love and battle and jealousy among the prime themes of literature.

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Query Letter Declaration Part#2

I need to get back in the chair and focus.

O.K., so here's the deal, I know I made that silly declaration last month. And now it's eating away at me because am I doing it? Nope. I'm procrastinating.

In the past month, I did fine-tune my query. It's ready to go. So I haven't been totally idle.

That being said, I worked like crazy leading up to Thanksgiving, more fine-tuning, the agent's advice guiding me. I'm very close. Since Thanksgiving though, I haven't been working on it.

I need to get back in the chair and focus.

But first, it's Tuesday and almost time for my Tuesday Morning Writer's Group. I've been spending this creative time sketching out new characters with the writing prompts from class. Thanks to Cheryl for this brilliant idea. Initially, this method seemed a bit forced but now it just flows and surprises.

The moral of this story is: I promised one thing and am delivering another.

I need to get back in the chair and focus.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Query Letter Declaration

December is the busiest month.

So, why not throw a little more fun and challenge into the mix by promising to send out at least five query letters before December 18, 2010? See, I knew you couldn't think of one single excuse and neither could I.


Will this happen? Stayed tuned.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

North Carolina Writers' Conference Fall 2010

Workshop Schedule for the
North Carolina Writers' Conference

Fall 2010

Session I: Children’s Writers Workshop: Writing Well and Writing to Sell (Children's)
Session II: Panel Discussion: Critique Groups (Panel)
Session III: From Writer to Entrepreneur: How Building A Theme-Based Website Can Take You There (Internet)
Session IV: Know Your Character from the Inside Out (Plot)
Session V: Fiction Workshop: Writing for the Plot (Fiction)

Posting this here makes it official! Like a world announcement or something.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

In Otter Space

Fact! I've been a lazy blogger. But I've been busy writing, taking writing classes, thinking about writing, reading middle grade novels, attending Charlotte Writers' Club meetings, hanging out with other writers, all the while I've been rewriting my novel.

One of my goals has been to attend a writer's conference. After this weekend, I'll be able to check it off my list. I can't wait, I'm looking forward to meeting other writers from North Carolina.

But I'll admit...
I'm scared of rejection.
Doesn't every writer feel this way?

My first novel is complete. Though, I continue to tinker with it. When is enough, enough? This weekend at the conference, I'm going to get professional feedback.

I have started a new story or least I've started making sketches of my new characters. I'm just getting to know them, so I don't really understand what their problems are yet.

This is where the magic happens...

Monday, May 19, 2008

John Hiatt To Receive An Award...Finally

"John Hiatt will receive the lifetime achievement award for songwriting from the Americana Music Association on Sept. 18 during the organization's annual awards show. His songwriting credits include Rosanne Cash's "The Way We Make a Broken Heart" and Bonnie Raitt's "Thing Called Love." Hiatt will release a new album, Same Old Man, on May 27. Past recipients of the lifetime achievement award include Willie Nelson, Rodney Crowell, Guy Clark, Cowboy Jack Clement, John Prine and Billy Joe Shaver. In addition, Jim Lauderdale will return as host of the ceremony, and Buddy Miller will lead the house band."- C.M.T.

John Hiatt is probably the most underrated musician of our times. It's about damn time he get some credit. His song writing is right up there with Bob Dylan. Sometimes I seriously wonder what the heck is wrong with the musical ears of this country. Don't people realize what a profound writer Hiatt is or are they just too lazy and settle for the latest overplayed shit I like to call "Pop 40 Muzgag"?

When I mention Hiatt's name, most people just look confused and ask me "John who?" or "Nope, never heard of him." His voice is gruff and his lyrics deliver a real slice of life; complete with all its struggles and joys.

Go catch one of his show, he puts on great ones. He's a true rocker that keeps getting better with age. Hiatt is an ageless beauty. Whoa, did I really just write that?

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Cricut Review

Chapter Two

After tons of frustration with my Cricut (read previous article here), I brought it back to AC Moore, the store where I originally purchased it. The manager was very kind and tried to help me adjust the blade. He even called several staff in to see if they could get it working. After a while he gave up and said that my machine was defective and offered to give me a brand new one. I gladly accepted, took the new one home and started to use it.

Unfortunately, the new machine worked no better than the original one. I went on-line to attempt to trouble shoot it. I tried every suggestion, but to no avail. So I brought the second machine back and once again the manager tried to make it work. He looked really embarrassed and after some time of fiddling with it, tossed his hands above his head in disgust. For the second time, he offered me another new machine, but this time I declined and asked instead for a store credit. He said he'd give me a full refund on my card, and I said, no worries, telling him there are always craft supplies that I need/want and since he was accommodating I felt his store deserved my business.

The only items he could not refund were the open cartridges because I was missing the receipt. He apologized, but I told him no worries. Later I found a crafter in the store looking at Cricut cartridges and after a short conversation told her she could have my three opened ones. She offered to pay me for them but I refused and told her to just enjoy.

I used my store credit to acquire a Cuttlebug and lots of additional supplies, spending more money than the store credit was worth. Even though it is made by the same company, Provocraft, the Cuttlebug has not failed or disappointed me yet. And the store earned my respect and much repeat business for being so helpful and facilitating with my Cricut problems.